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“Are you ready to come on my face now?” he asks. His fingers thrust into me at an unforgiving pace while his mouth works in perfect harmony. My mouth falls open as the first wave of orgasm crashes through me, a powerful tide of relief and trembling muscles. I’m left panting, breathless, like I’ve run the world’s longest marathon. This feeling, this elation, is something I’ve only experienced once in my life before—with him, that summer.

As I slowly come down from the high, I catch sight of him, his eyes dark with pride and something deeper, something more tender, as he gazes up at me from between my legs, his lips skimming across the smooth skin of each of my inner thighs.

He moves up my body, and kisses me. Softly at first,and then with an intensity that leaves me breathless all over again. I taste myself on his lips, and for a moment, I want to retreat into the shy, guarded part of myself. But the way he’s kissing me unravels me completely. There’s something deeper woven into every touch, every movement, something that goes beyond lust.

We lay there afterward, tangled together in the sheets. My head rests on his chest, and I listen to the rapid beat of his heart.

Even in the silence, with our bodies pressed together, there’s a sense of completeness I’ve never felt before. And it terrifies me as much as it thrills me.

“Okay, wow,” is all I can muster up and say at this moment, which is terribly cliche and ridiculous.Wowdoesn’t even do it justice, when it’s the best sex I’ve had, and he didn’t even fuck me. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

He smirks. “You’re going to make me get a big head.”

“It’s well-deserved at this point. If I had some kind of award, I’d give it to you.”

“And how would it be inscribed? World’s best pussy eater?”

“Too crude. Something elegant…” I thrum my fingers against his chest. “Cunnilingus Connoisseur.”

He laughs. “That needs to be on a T-shirt.”

“Don’t tempt me. I can make it happen.”

“I’m down, only if I can get you a matching one that saysFive-star Fellatrix.”

My cheeks are sore from smiling nonstop. “Surely we’ll be copyrighting the title of some cheap pornos.”

“Oh, without a doubt.” His eyes sparkle, as he looks right back at me. “And hey, thank you for taking care of me today.”

“Of course. Are you feeling any better now?”

“Between the medicine, nap, and that incredible blow job, I’m a whole new man.” His thumb swipes across the soft skin above my hip. “I’m happy you’re here.”

It’s everything I’ve been wanting to hear, but the words pull me back to reality. Because I’m not going to be here, in Lawson, for much longer.

Right on cue, my phone lights up on his nightstand, displaying my realtor’s name. We both see it and freeze.

The room shifts from warmth to tension, as if we’re both holding our breath, waiting for what comes next. This call is a cold reminder that we’re only playing temporary make-believe.

No matter how much we want this to be real.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jude

Present

Her phone rings,and when she glances at the screen, her face pales.

“Who is it?” I ask, sitting up in bed, though I already know. It’s the same name plastered across the for sale sign outside her parents’ home.

“My realtor.”

This should be a good thing. It’s what she’s been waiting all week for.

So why does my heart sink when she answers her phone and gasps with excitement? When she thanks the realtor for all their hard work?

Ending the call, she sets the phone down on the nightstand and turns to look at me. “The house sold. With a cash offer.”

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